e u s t a c i e s

Warm house,
bed
said
"safe"
as
outside cold
lowed at the door.

More arctic air 
split vortices,
gripped night.

Sightlines
under stars
crossed.

Polar frost
at twenty below,
caught between
thin glass,
gasped,
gazed into you
who, when
looking back,
remained
so brutally warm,
intact.